July 30, 2009

In the dawn of citieshumans squat in crumbling housesimprisoned by decay.Predators possess the day,destroyers rule the night.Frightened families clingto feeble, flickering hopes.Tomorrow is a risky sleep away.Some do not awaken,while others learn survival.Life is despairwhen the world does not care.As we forget the South Bronx,hardly a ripple spreadsto trouble sleepers in protected beds.